Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 29

Harry's POV:

He was happy to be at the Burrow for Christmas instead of with the Dursley's, but Ginny kept sneaking glances at him and freaking him out. Not to mention the terrible nightmares that won't go away. However, some of them now involve Draco. It's either Draco getting hurt or dying, or Draco killing or hurting him or his friends.

He didn't want either, but at least Draco hurting him doesn't make him have another identity crisis. Yet, even his thoughts when he is awake make him question everything. All he can think and worry about is Draco. His boggart still involved his father. But he still thinks that was also some plan, but deep down he knows that makes no sense. While all of this is happening, he can't forgot the impending doom he knows is coming soon. He worries Draco is going to be a part of not only his, but all of Hogwarts doom.

Something about it dissappointed him. But, after all, he shouldn't be surprised. The only Slytherin he has hope for is Blaise Zabini due to a word going around that Neville did indeed get that present. Except no one knows it was Blaise except him. The only thing that worries him is that he is Draco's friend. But, the urgency to get the perfect gift for Neville is a good alabi for him. He just hopes he wasn't fooled.

Hands grab his shoulders, making him jump. "Merry Christmas, Harry!" Fred and George say at once.

"Don't do that guys!" He scolds.

"Sorry." They both say, sitting down on the couch in front of him.

"So... you and Ginny, huh?" Fred asks, giving him a wink.

"You aren't implying that we like each other, right? I simply went to the ball with her, that's all." Harry says.

"That was all?!" Ginny shouts, coming from the kitchen. Harry's eyes widen. "If you didn't like me you should've said no!" She stomps up the stairs and out of sight. He takes a deep breath, but still feels no sense of relaxation whatsoever.

"That's harsh, my friend." George says.

"Was I too mean?" Harry asks, rubbing his neck.

"Well, not mean but maybe you should've said it better." says Hermione who takes a seat beside Harry with a tea cup in hand.

"I didn't know she was there!"

"Go apologize then." Hermione says.

"But-"

"Go apologize!" Hermione demands. He sighs but gets up and makes his way to Ginny's room.

He knocks on the door. "Who is it?" A small voice asks.

"Harry."

"Go away!" She demands.

"Please, let me in. I need to talk to you." Harry pleads.

"Whatever. Make it quick." She says. He opens the door to see Ginny sitting on her bed reading a book on Transfiguration.

"Ginny, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean to put it that way. Well, I did but it was a mistake."

She lays the book down on her lap and narrows her eyes at him, "Why did you even go to the ball with me? To lead me on?!"

"No! I honestly just didn't want to break your heart by saying no." He lied partially. He didn't tell her about the part of wanting to forget about every moment he had with Draco.

"Due to your words I assume you don't like me back?" She says sadly.

"I'm sorry, Ginny. You're a great person and I really love you, but as my family. Listen, a lot is going on with me right now and I'm not even sure I understand my own brain. Something is wrong with me, terribly wrong and it's freaking me out. Even if I were to have feelings for you, the way I am right now would ruin it and you. I'm sorry if I broke your heart, I really don't mean to hurt you. I'd never want that, which is why I'm telling you the truth." Harry says.

Ginny's once angry expression turns soft. "I understand. I'm sorry if I stressed you out."

"No, not at all. Never think that. I honestly stress myself out. I should've just said no in the first place. I'm sorry, Ginny."

"I forgive you. But, it was nice to dance with you and dine together." Ginny says.

"It was nice. I hope you find a guy much better than me soon. You deserve it." Harry says with a smile.

Ginny smiles back, "You are indeed an utter buffoon. I could do better anyways." She jokes.

"Ouch!" Harry holds his chest dramatically, which earns a chuckle from Ginny. He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets. "Merry Christmas, by the way."

"Yeah, Merry Christmas." She smiles back awkwardly.

Harry leaves the room feeling much better. Maybe now things won't be so weird between him and Ginny. Then again, he kinda fueled this fire. He fueled the fire with Draco, now look where he is. He can only hope this fire dies down as quickly as it started.

He also hopes he will completely forget Draco exists soon before he loses his mind. He couldn't help but wonder: What in the world is wrong with me?!

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Draco's POV:

He slept in his closet once again. What could he say? It felt much more safe then his actual bed. He never understood why, it's not like his father ever checked on him at night or at all. If he ever came up to his room it was because he did something wrong or something was needed of him.

A knock was heard on his door once more. He stumbled up from his bed made of blankets and pillows to see who was at the door. He opened it to reveal Maggie.

"Master, master Lucius wishes to see you." She said, voice shaking slightly. He notices a bright red mark on her arm, but chose to ignore it. He didn't want to think of why it was there. He also didn't want to think of the reasons why his father needed to talk to him, so he tried to walk to his office with an empty mind. Sadly, his mind raced like crazy. It was much worse considering his father seemed extra aggressive this week.

He knocked on the door. "Enter." says his father sternly. He slowly opens the door and gulps. His eyes are met with his father's cold ones. He sat as still as a tree in winter, which only made Draco more nervous.

He steps inside and stands in front of his father's desk, hands at his side and maintaining a good posture. He was taught this rule when he was six years old. Never ever have a bad posture, especially in public.

"Yes, father?" He asks calmly, managing to keep a steady voice.

"Sit." His father demands and Draco quickly obeys. "Sit up straight." He demands again, and Draco obeys once again. "The dark lord will be here soon. I expect you to be obedient and respectful. You will do everything I ask you to and what ever he asks you to. No negotiation. Understood?"

"Yes, father." Draco says, not taking his focus off every little thing he does. If he makes one mistake, he will leave here with another bruise. Or perhaps none at all, just a very very loud lecture. But that was wishful thinking.

"Now get out." His father demands. Draco walks out, shocked that he managed to make it out of there without pain.

He waits until he gets back to his room to take a deep breath. Though he failed to realize that he had much bigger issues to deal with than his father.